A/N: Omg guys I'm so sorry it's been so long since I updated! I'm only recently starting to feel semi human again...seriously poking your guts out every day and sleeping the rest of it gets annoying and I've been cranky and frustrated and just blah. But I have good neeeeeews! I was able to see my little one for the first time! It waved it's little hand at me and my husband and wiggled and curled up xD Soooo cute! And their heartbeat is strong and healthy despite me only being able to eat junk food xD...Next month I get to see what sex it is! I'm so happy! Anyways...warnings for this chapter...Crazy Tom. Yup...he goes round the bend...so please just understand this is another twist ok? I'm weird and my brain goes to weird places. On another note I don't own Harry Potter or The Mission by Pucifier.

Chapter 13- The Mission

Yeah, the street rose in two perfect waves in the night

Crashes on my left,

And one on my right

It's all fire and brimstone baby

So lets go outside

It's all fire and brimstone baby

I got my brand new pistol baby

After weeks of being free and relatively independent of his suit (he hadn't needed it while surrounded by his new teachers and the Dark Lord) it was rather irritating for Harry to go back to Hogwarts and all of the stares he'd be subjected to. He hadn't even been able to go back with his father as the Dark Lord had insisted that Harry travel on the train. The man stated he had a surprise for his 'little serpent' that he wanted the teen to keep his eyes open for it. Harry, of course, just went along with it. It annoyed him, yes, but he knew the man wouldn't ask him to do something unless it was perfectly safe for him to do so. Meaning some dynamic had been added that would ensure such a thing.

He sighed as he gazed out of the window. He was in the last compartment at the back of the train, avoiding anyone and everyone. He wondered how long it would take for people to realize that the second half of the ex-Golden Trio was missing. It was rather amusing to him, actually, that despite all of their grandiose blathering about how invaluable they were, no one seemed to care that they'd been absent all of Christmas break. For certain Dumbledore would have said something to his Order by now wouldn't he?

Sneering, Harry was brought out of his musings when the door of his compartment opened, revealing a boy the former Gryffindor was instantly wary of. There was something eerily familiar about this boy and he vaguely wondered if this was the surprise Tom had spoken of.

"Good evening. Is it amendable with you if I reside here for the duration of our transition to Hogwarts?" A silky deep voice left the throat of his new companion and Harry found a tick begin in his eye at the sentence uttered.

He knew of only three people who spoke so verbosely. His father, Gellert Grindewald (someone that he had been able to have extensive conversations with despite the man's being unable to leave his prison), and ...

"Hello, Tom."

The 'teen' now seated across from him flashed him a slight pout, teal eyes sparkling mischievously. 'The idiot looks as if I've taken his favorite toy.' Harry thought with an inward roll of his eyes as he stared down the Dark Lord.

"Aw. What gave me away?"

Harry rubbed at his eye in an attempt to quell the annoying twitch but it only increased when Draco Malfoy in all of his pompous glory barged in to the compartment. Of course the git would show up to annoy him. Probably felt deprived of doing so these last few years of his absence. Suddenly he felt his humor return. He wondered if the brat knew of their Lord's change in appearance. If not...oh the fun that would ensue from the Malfoy Heir digging his own grave.

"Potter-"

Harry growled, his temper flaring. He hated that everyone seemed insistent on using his old name. He was a Snape now damnit. Seeing a flash of fear enter Draco's eyes stifled further action on Harry's part for the moment. After all, witnessing his terror of Tom was much more entertaining. So instead of responding to the little nuisance he refocused on Tom, in time to spy the renowned dark wizard's grimace of contempt. How interesting.

"So what am I to call you?" He quipped, ignoring Draco with practiced ease born of an endless rivalry between the two of them.

"I will simply be referred to as, Reaper."

Harry snorted, his mouth twitching and he had to nearly bite through his tongue to prevent the guffaws that pleaded to be let loose. This was rich. And Dumbledore was going to allow a student with no name into Hogwarts? He was more of a barmy old fool than he'd first supposed.

Looking 'Reaper' over, he decided that the guise seemed harmless enough. Although the face was aristocratic and his form was immaculate in terms of poise and hygiene, the taller male's teal eyes were uncharacteristically open (or maybe that was only Harry who noticed) and his attire consisted of an untucked black button up shirt along with form fitting blue jeans. It was amazing to see the Dark Lord so...out of character.

"That's not stating the obvious or anything." He finally drawled sarcastically and was rewarded with a chuckle of amusement.

Reaper's hand fluttered to his chest as his brow creased in mock concern.

"Oh you wound me, dear. I would have thought you would have enjoyed your surprise a whole lot more, considering it means no one will be able to bother you for the duration of your stay here." Stated the dark wizard, intriguing Harry.

The man was practically implying that Harry wouldn't be staying at Hogwarts much longer. He wondered what steps the man was going to be taking that would allow for such a thing?

"So what are you supposed to be? A transfer student or something equally stupid?" Malfoy took that moment to open his mouth and Tom shivered as that jackal like grin he'd seen when the lad had been torturing Ronald, came across Harry's visage.

It was erotic to him being able to behold it's beauty again. It was obvious to Tom that Harry had been waiting for the Malfoy brat to open his gob. And so while he was a little distracted by his fellow speaker's feral maw, he turned his attention to Lucius' child with a sneer of disgust, shifting imperceptibly to hide his sudden erection.

"That is none of your concern, child. I would suggest you go about your way before bad things happen to you." He stated in a bored manner, yet the threat was thinly veiled.

Draco's face crumpled into an indignant expression at the tone of voice directed at him. No one had spoken to him like that before. His grey eyes narrowed on the chilling grin on Harry's face and it's presence caused the little hairs to raise on the back of his neck. Even the Dark Lord didn't instill such terror in his heart as that expression. Still, he refused to be talked to like he was inferior to anyone. Especially not this nobody.

He puffed out his chest and did his best to glare at this Reaper kid.

"Whatever goes on among Hogwarts students is my business, peasant." Snarled the blond Slytherin.

'Reaper' stood, fury roiling off of his body even as his face remained stoic. His teal eyes began to bleed red and Harry cackled as he lazily waved his wand to lock and silence the compartment. Draco gulped, suddenly afraid. Only one person had red eyes like that. Oh shite. Draco looked to Harry for help but all he received was an amused narrowing of eyes. Oh shite, oh shite, oh shite.

"Peasant? You forget your place amongst my followers, boy. I've killed people for less."

Draco kneeled at his lord's feet, terrified he was about to die or be tortured. Why hadn't Potter warned him? Instead the bastard was smirking while standing to join the older disguised wizard's side. The blond was startled when they both subtly leaned towards each other and the dark lord's eyes became teal once more. What just happened? Was the man not angry with him anymore?

"However, seeing as you were unaware that I was Reaper, I will give you one more chance at redeeming your worth in my eyes. Your father won't be so lucky. I would have hoped he had learned from the loyalty of his father but it would seem not." Tom sneered, disgusted with how disrespectful the Malfoy family had become.

Narcissa had more manners and she was only a Malfoy by marriage. Draco audibly swallowed but nodded, ashamed of his behavior and scared of the punishment that would be met out through his father. Tom watched the shivering of the Malfoy child and felt disappointed. Normally he thrilled at the debasing of his subjects but his Harry had been insulted and by a sniveling brat who knew no better. It wasn't Draco's fault that his father had been so lax in punishments and had spoiled him. It wasn't the child's fault that those attributes that had made Abraxas a loyal Death Eater had skipped a generation or two. Yes Lucius would be seeing him soon. He wasn't thrilled.

Still he wasn't nearly as angry as he had been. He cast a side long glance to the boy to his left. Harry had willingly come closer to Tom, an action that was becoming more frequent with each other's presence.

The instant that his magic had felt Harry's, the rage within him tempered somewhat and he was able to think clearly enough to give the blond boy another chance and instead punish Lucius for his poor parenting skills. He clucked his tongue in annoyance before sitting on the bench seat and motioning for Harry to do the same. When the Snape-child sat, he turned his eyes back to Draco.

"You will keep an eye out for any students being recruited by Dumbledore or any student who tries to harm Harry. He is very important to my cause. I will not accept failure again, Malfoy. Next time you will be punished for your actions." With that ominous promise and Draco's grateful -if pale faced- acceptance of his mission, the boy was dismissed.

Silence descended over the cab and Harry relaxed at once, his mind dancing over all of the things he'd learned over Christmas break. He almost wished he could have brought his 'teachers' with him, feeling the need for a good brutal duel with one of them (or all of them, he wasn't really picky). He was basking in this calm though, and really didn't wish to give it up. He paused in thought. Not too long ago he has been questioning his sanity of joining forces with Severus and now he was nearly best friends with the Dark Lord ; entirely comfortable with sharing breathing space with the older wizard. He was even marginally comfortable around Antonin Dolohov. It was strange to him, going from the absolute hatred of touch and people to actually tolerating their bearing in his life.

He found that he rather enjoyed himself more now, though. No insufferable people constantly gnashing their teeth or kissing his arse. No obsessive fans. He just had his father and a few chosen friends who had more loyalty in their little finger than anyone he had previously met. Pulling himself away from his thoughts he cast another glance at Tom and admired the disguise.

It was equal parts posh and laid back and yet it fit Tom to a 'T'. After all, even with all of his propriety, the dark wizard went around his lair barefoot and in loose robes, optimal for comfort.

"So. Why are you here, Tom? Too bored at home with only Kingsley and Ginny left to taunt in your dungeons?" He queried, amused when teal eyes flashed red briefly. Ooo, Voldie was irritated. He snickered inwardly, finding it funny that he had annoyed the older man.

'Reaper' folded his arms across his chest and graced Harry with a scowl before sitting back comfortably in his seat. How he still managed to appear regal was anyone's guess but it impressed Harry. No one could ever say that Tom wasn't worthy of being called Slytherin's Heir.

"I am here to offer you protection and support for your remaining time here. Maybe company as well, as I am sure the other students are mostly lacking in the brains department." He drawled, eyes serious for once..

There was more to it. There had to be. It wasn't simply all about keeping him company and protected.

"I have an uneasy feeling about today, child. Dumbledore has been far too silent for my liking which tells me that he thinks he has a fool proof plan of getting you back under his control."

Harry was shocked. Not only had the Dark Lord admitted to worrying over him (which in of itself was still a mind trip) but he had deemed Harry worthy of disguising himself as a fellow student just to keep him safe.

Seeing his near open mouthed expression, Tom chuckled, his teal gaze shimmering with mirth. It was good to startle the boy every now and then from his assumptions that every male would treat him like a leper. He relished the moment for a second or two before regaining his composure and waiting for the boy to voice whatever was on his mind.

Finally Harry seemed to collect himself and his face became stoic once more. The fail safe emotion he often defaulted to when feeling particularly overwhelmed. It was an action that Tom was familiar with.

"What did you have in mind that the old bastard would try?" He inquired, his insides squirming with the knowledge that he was special -honestly special- to the feared Dark Lord.

Voldemort pondered the question, an amalgam of theories bouncing through his mind. Only one made sense. It was so utterly amateur of a move, but one that Dumbledore would revert to given the incentive. His teal eyes locked with the Avada Kedavra green that he had begun to imagine in his dreams.

"Kidnap as soon as you exit the train. For him to pull it off successfully he would need someone well versed in quick recovery , but strong and agile enough to fight and get away if the occasion called for it. Only one or two of the Order fit the bill."

Harry felt his blood run cold and he reflexively clenched his fists against the feeling of being strapped to a table as memories resurfaced.

"Moody and Remus Lupin." He managed around the lump in his throat.

Those two had a mean streak a mile wide. Not nearly as bad as Hermione, but their mental games were unparalleled. Neither had needed to touch him much beyond injecting him with some potion or other. Some were full of toxins and others full of mixes from different potions conglomerated into one mass of guess work. If Severus had been there he likely would have had apoplexy from their disgusting potions mash ups. Harry remembered being stripped once, a vial of milky white liquid smeared all over him and then locked in a room with Remus on the full moon. He hadn't known what they had been attempting to do, but as soon as the werewolf had shown interest, Harry had been whisked away and put in his cell once more to await the next experiment.

And Moody? Moody took 'mind rape' to a whole new level. He shuddered, briefly closing his eyes before focusing on Tom. The older wizard was scrutinizing Harry and the teen sighed before nodding.

"Are you sure he'll try to kidnap me then?"

Tom slowly nodded before he grinned wickedly, leaning forward and allowing his eyes to flash red.

"Which is why I have decided to join you at Hogwarts. Plus, this way when Lupin and Moody show up; Fenrir, Antonin, Barty, and Augustus will be happy to portkey them away."

"They're on the train?"

"Yes, hidden amongst the students."

"Will they be joining us at school?"

"No. Just long enough to snag people and leave pet."

Harry hummed, looking forward to the action and the torture. He knew that his teachers would be having the times of their lives.

"Will you be staying in Slytherin or in Father's guest room?" He asked, allowing his senses to leak out through the suit, curious as to the man's real feelings on the matter.

He was interested to find the sweet tang of arousal and excitement practically pouring out from the man. He'd never scented it at such strength before. He didn't know what to think about it. Was it the thought of a battle that was so appealing? Or of being right under Dumbledore's nose without the coot suspecting a thing?

"I will be staying in whatever domicile you chose to reside, whether it be the dorms or in Severus' quarters. I am here to protect you."

"-and torture the old man because he can't find you."

Tom's smirk turned devilish and he sat back, once more crossing his arms over his chest. The excitement and blood lust drenched the compartment with the scent of dark chocolate and oranges. It made Harry shiver. It was delicious, this smell coming off of his friend and he felt butterflies squirm in his gut.

"Well there is that, pet." Drawled the man as his glamoured eyes roamed over Harry's form heatedly.

Harry would never admit to anyone, even under threat of pain and death, but right at that moment he felt as if he could destroy everyone and everything at the drop of a hat, just to receive more looks like that. The thought, as it passed through his brain, mildly frightened him. Once burned, twice shy and all that. But these intoxicating magical scents...and Magic herself was passing and pushing him towards some great revelation that both thrilled and terrified him to learn of. He was confused. So utterly confused. He looked away, ignoring the faint reddening of his cheeks, and snorted.

"Have fun refraining from cursing the imbeciles then." He remarked dryly, striving for a bored air that he didn't feel in the slightest.

Voldemort's hissed chuckles made his own Darkness laced irises glimmer with malicious humor.

"Who said anything about abstaining from what we both love? I intend to cause all sorts of chaos when I'm at Hogwarts."

Harry smirked, once more activating the suit so that he could focus on his own emotions. One thing was certain. This half of the year promised to be entertaining.

-end of chapter 13-